March 4, 2015

The World, Life and Everything

St Louis

I wandered the pre-dawn streets of St. Louis and breakfasted at a cafeteria called Miss Hullings, where I pushed aside a plate of lukewarm scrambled eggs. A man at a neighboring table repeated a bitter litany over and over to himself: “You lied to me and deceived me… I’m going to miss you.” I fell asleep with my head on a thin pillow in a room on the sixth floor of the Mark Twain hotel on 9th and Locust. I rose in the middle of the afternoon and wandered through a deserted warehouse district by the river, along the landing, and up beneath the arch. Darkness fell and I returned to the cafeteria. The same heartbroken man was still sitting there, although at a different table. “Selfish bitch,” he mumbled to himself, “you’re a beautiful person in a lot of ways… I don’t need that kind of love… what have you got to be mad about?”

 

February 23, 2015

Hooked on a Feeling

Vital Decline

I marvel at my feelings,
but I don’t trust them.
I’m dazzled by her,
but I don’t trust her either.
I’m not sure that she even likes me.
Which is fine, I don’t like her much either.

February 9, 2015

Friday the 13th

The show of the century:
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February 8, 2015

Valentine’s Night

It’s that time of year again.
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December 12, 2014

Zouch review

fourbytwocover31
“Extending Larkin-esque British miserablism
to new comic depths”
http://zouchmagazine.com/poetry-review-four-two/

 

December 9, 2014

Straight out of Goteborg

Matt Johnson’s Inertia Variations film/ installation
will be presented in Gothenburg, Sweden this month.
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http://konstepidemin.se/kalender/radio-cineola-the-inertia-variations

http://www.rodasten.com/rs_events/view/radio_cineola_sv/?lang=se

 

 

 

November 18, 2014

Stone the Lonely

Stone_NEW

I can go from biting loneliness
to social claustrophobia – and back –
in ten seconds flat.
Terrorized by polite conversation,
I don’t have much energy,
and I don’t have much appetite for other people’s energy.
Groaning inwardly, aching for silence, I can feel
my precious hours receding into slowly measured death;
devoured by people who ignore me. I could bite
the hand that feeds, till it bleeds,
but it isn’t very nourishing,
and it would be spat back.

November 11, 2014

Drain the Remains

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Darling, don’t let our love ever die.
Because if it does, I’ll be shattered
by all the time I’ve wasted
keeping it alive.

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November 6, 2014

Memory, Narrative, Liminality and Bloviation

A short essay on the subject of artist’s statements:
http://artillerymag.com/tottenham-corner-6/
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October 24, 2014

Further Humilation

FESTIVAL SUPREME: Circus of Death
This is supposed to be a big deal. I’m first up on the smallest stage.

http://festivalsupreme.com/news/festival-supreme-announces-circus-of-death

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